Cientos de Preguntas
Sôber
Hundreds of Questions
I wish I could be god, 'cause that would make me happy
So much death, so many sick people to help
So many cries, so much pain to go through
I'm getting old and my wrinkles won't wait for me one more day
Hundreds of questions pierce my brain
I want the answer to my big 'why'
It's hard to see how they left and it saddens me that they won't come back
I still remember the first time I kissed you on the lips
I breathe and I don't forget your scent
I'm getting old and my wrinkles won't wait for me one more day
Hundreds of questions pierce my brain
I want the answer to my big 'why'
Thousands of songs echo in my mind
And a melody will leave today
Hundreds of questions pierce my brain
I want the answer to my big 'why'
Thousands of songs echo in my mind
And a melody will leave today
So many cries, so much pain, so many tears to cry
To cry
